Knife cuts

Cuts on my arm not to feel just for fun

Playing with a knife for real am I done

Crying seas

I deal with paranoia and insecurities

They don’t know you until someone kills you

And then they wanna feel you

I remember popping pills like a drill dude

Empty holding depression

Drop it but holding addiction

Focus a second on showing aggression

Because it been people showing suppression

Hating haters mating faker with no progression

Remember a lot don’t remember dying

But I don’t feel alive guess my mind frying

Ain’t nothing like being in your prime dying

People bluffing won’t do something

But when I say something

I’m doing it like we fucking

What’s life I say it’s a sight

What’s death same as life

Yin Yang

Been saying dark stuff in my raps

Manifest blood fest bring it to me like rats

See believe when death comes it comes silent

A surprise soul rise it Hums all of the violence

We Blind to death from All the sights of death

Remind what’s left to fight the death